Then Kit leaned forward and licked his lips. “Oh, Daddy, you can be very professional with me.”
For heaven’s sake. Red threw his hands up. “One more word out of either of you and I’m outta here. Got it?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he stabbed a finger at Tony. “My job is to protect Kit from your clusterfuck. What did you think you were doing bringing Biker Daddy Bodyguards on board? Sorry to disillusion you but your brother ain’t no blushing virgin. And you…” He swung around to Kit who’d just snorted at his last comment. “I ain’t your Daddy. I’m not here to lay you or spank you or anything else you’ve got in your head. I’m here to keep you alive. Got it?”
Kit scowled at him, just as Tony was. Now he had two sulking brothers. He didn’t care.
“Tony, get out of here. I need to talk to Kit.”
Tony hesitated, then stalked out of the room. Red waited until he heard him stomping down the stairs before he expelled a deep breath.
“I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realized the guy laying on top of me was you,” Kit cooed, then he batted his eyelashes.
Let battle commence. Kit wasn’t going to give him an inch.
“I knew who you were the second I saw you dancing on the floor,” Red countered.
Kit’s eyes widened. “You watched me?”
“It’s my job,” Red growled.
There was no way he was going to admit he’d been transfixed by the boy. In a sea of glitter demons on the dance floor, Kit stood out, just as he always had. Red only wanted to look at him. He outshone them all.
Then the world had erupted around them, and his sole thought had been keeping Kit safe. Taking care of Ti hadn’t been planned, but the boy would have gotten himself killed if he hadn’t. It was a good thing he took orders so well.
Unlike Kit.
Except the boyhadobeyed. Maybe they could work with that.
“No.”Kit glared at him across the unmade bed. “I’m not gonna be put to bed, just because you tell me to go. Which part of ‘I am not a kid’ did you miss, old man?”
Of all the things to annoy him, the unmade bed bothered Red most of all. He always made his bed every day. The ‘old man’ crack was annoying, but he could live with that. Kit wasn’t the first bratty boy he’d had to handle.
“You could have died tonight,” Red said. “You’re tired, you lost your job, you’re frustrated by me, and ready to collapse on your feet. Your adrenaline has crashed and the best thing you can do is sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”
If Kit hadn’t followed that up with a jaw-cracking yawn, maybe Red might have believed him.
“Kid, sleep,” Red said, trying to make his tone coaxing. See, this was why he was just a grunt, not a leader. Others could do the diplomatic orders. Red was ready to spank Kit. Trouble is that the boy would like it far too much. “I need to talk to CDR. You need to sleep.”
“And Tony?”
Red shrugged. “Tony ain’t my problem. You and only you are my concern.”
“Tony’s the club president.”
“He is, but I’m not here to follow his orders. I work for CDR. I focus on the person I have to protect. That’s you.”
“Don’t call me kid.”
Red inclined his head. “Kit.”
“You called me boy before.”
“Slip of the tongue. I’m not your Daddy.”
He’d shout that out to the world, if only someone would listen.
Kit’s eyes narrowed. “Are you someone else’s Daddy?”
